A young professional turned frazzled first-timer stumbling through the thrills and spills of parenthood.

Saturday, 16 January 2016

Teeny Weany

The time is finally upon us.From now on, little miss will no longer be confined to thin, oddly
fishy-tasting powdered milk when she needs to satisfy her hunger, she’ll get to
supplement it with a wondrous range of painstakingly pureed mulch too.Let the weaning commence!

I imagine that many first-timers have approached the lead-up
to weaning in the same way that I have, veering between stages of excitement,
apprehension and, to be frank, bemusement at having to suddenly master and find
time for a whole new area of food preparation and administration at a time when
their little ones are only just managing not to puke half their bottles up.

During the excitement stage, I’ve pored over Annabel
Karmel’s advice, drained Amazon of every bit of weaning paraphernalia I do and
don’t need, and got hand blender-happy with assorted root vegetables.During the apprehension stage, I’ve fretted
over allergies, mess, routine disruption and the prospect of even more
explosive nappies.During the bemusement
stage, I’ve bought vast quantities of Ella’s Kitchen pouches and reasoned that
they will probably be received better than the unappetising orange lumps currently
wedged in my freezer.

Little miss shared none of her mummy’s
qualms in the feeding lead-up.For the last few weeks, she’s
been eying up her parents’ bolted-down meals as if she’d never been fed.When we recently let her lick a piece of
apple it was as if all her Christmases had come at once, plus many more
considering she’s only had one so far.

Yesterday, after an evening of pummelling squash and sweet
potato (a task my husband relished, since he hates both with a passion), it was
finally time for our first teeny weany session.We filmed little miss’s initial smiles and quick onset of disdain for
her first mouthfuls of baby rice, as it formed a white goatee on her chin and
her face started to say ‘Have you nothing else, dear?’ to her jittery parents.

One outfit change, a ginger goatee and a lot of grizzling,
gurning and spluttering later, and today’s offering of pureed carrots has been
met with even more indifference than its predecessor.I know we can’t expect mealtime miracles in
the first week or so, but I’m hoping for a little more success over the next
few days as we move on to apple, squash and sweet potato.My husband sure as hell won’t be eating the
latter two if she doesn’t like them!